Poetry

Red Ink

Jake Shores
 

Don’t call me your compatriot, I live in a nation of my own I am alone,  and any invitation I receive to socialize comes  written in red ink like the “words of the messiah” There is an embargo on all trade within […]

Drown Together

Jake Shores
 

We take a cup together and we drink away the nothingness I think up something clever turn to you and end our ‘loveless’ tryst by copying the weather and spitting out “I’m loving this” Your hands under my sweater they grab me […]